A good friend just told me about his Father buying two young cows–their first foray into bovines. His younger brother and his friend stayed in the field as the rest left. They had a plan.

Steer wresting on the WIDE WORLD OF SPORTS seemed to have new meaning. Actually the two were quite successful, one riding their horse dropped the virgin “bull dogger” spot on the “half-nelsoned” newcomer. The young calf panicked, bolted head first and wide open into a large oak tree. DOA (“DEAD ON ARRIVAL” ) !

Dinner table that evening was stone silent . Father, a mixture of mad and sad, said only: “Boys, in one day you wiped out half my herd!”